What I hate most—the accused damning himself; or at least in the manner he usually does so, or in the manner people most expect him to. 

 

When the accused begins doubting his or her own right to live and feels that being alive requires an apology and wants to mercifully beg for his life but realizes he cannot do so and even feels indecent doing so as that would be ungratefully demanding a double standard for oneself and implying one is above the victim (both of which god forbid should never happen to a community).  Everything inside him wants to continue living, but he begins believing the community that now stoops to his level; it was he the criminal who took whatever that wanted to live in another person.  That is the despicable act, and now the community has the excuse of doing the same to him.  The community only allows itself to murder the murderers; that is the only way it can justify to feed on the powerlessness of the criminal.  When a criminal is executed, there is no difference in the mental cruelty and satisfaction between the state and what the criminal did to one of his victims.  They are both the same.  Death Penalty is the last remaining socially acceptable murder; this is recognized by the state’s evolution of eliminating suffering and the horror by using the lethal injection in a small room somewhere instead of in public; capital punishment by the way it is conducted evidences a dirty little secret that the community engages in.  For once all the people get to murder.  And what a delicious feast that is.  To condemn a fellow human being in such a manner, in fact to go further in this by denying him of his humanity and even sending him to hell.  The criminal is reproached when he is remorseful and even when he isn’t.  No matter what he does, the criminal is screwed from a societal and metaphysical perspective.  People should stop placing their lives on a pedestal.  No one is important.  And as such murder should not be viewed with such shock.  That this is scary I admit, but I find it revolting to morally murder a criminal then he amorally murdering me.  The ethical, the just, these are the relentless beneficial monsters that I fear.  When a criminal murders me, he kills my person; when Justice murders him, it kills his being.  It says to him, that every particle, even Reason, that nothing whatsoever in heaven and earth and time can save or accept his existence, and that even his origin was a mistake.  To say this to a man is to say that it would be better if he simply faded into nothing, that it would have been better if he never existed.  We want his life imprint to cease and forgoten for all times, past and the future.  No man is so alone than a man who feels that he has been condemned to oblivion; that no one can spare him this conclusion, which he himself believes.  He is tormented and in this state he is put to death, and afterwards we go about drinking our coke and eating burgers and pizzas and waltzing.   His death was but a minor event.  A comforting thought for people who blisfully escape that form of solitude.  After Hell, the death penalty has cast its gloomy cloud.  May we abolish it or may we become even ruder and stronger and embrace our barbaric past.

 

Why did the criminal toy with me?  Why did he make me feel powerless? Now, I will make him feel powerless? I will make him feel that he deserves what he is getting and that there is nothing he can do about it.  I will back him up into a corner with his own help.  This is what people mean by putting to death a murderer, especially intensified in at least some of those who want him to first apologize for his deeds, and mean it, and then to swallow the bitter pill of being exterminated, both on earth and in hell.  We will now toy with him.  Gleeful smile of the executors and the Just—I despise them or that.

 

I bet there was a time people used to have a debate whether to abolish burning a murderer in oil; and I am sure the same people who say that hanging or putting to death someone by lethal injection or the chair or the gas deters crimes would have said the same of boiling someone in oil.  But we no longer do that.  And in the future we will no longer execute murderers.  It is not about reason but our taste.  We never used to be offended by burning in oil, but somehow it grew more offensive and now we no longer find offensive the idea of putting to death, and may be that taste will prove offensive in the future.